And Holler Lies

by Philip F De Pinto

as always,
on sleepover Thursdays,
everything was up in the air
she'd crouch to my depths,
shake a fist at the dregs,

and holler lies, all lies and how
dare you exist in my presence? hence
the look of one who had what it took
to turn fake what is real,

to make a raw deal out of something cooked;
to render square the wheel.
which is why I am late for out date
you wouldn't mind had it been blind
but she had quadruple eyes
to see too much or too little of my notions all at once,

and the moxie to show up with chaperone
who leaped out of the cake in time, whose presence
lent little assistance to putting the icing on romance,
the little chance or the much of it
we could not explain or feign.


Posted on 07/04/2014
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